The Mother Tree

 On heat-burdened afternoons, Mama spread a woven blanket under the cottonwood suckling the breast of Lanker’s Hill, the spongy wood of its boughs drooping towards the creek.

The Good Life Review 

On Loan

 Yasmine is a dawdler, nowhere to be seen as the uneven kindergarten line snakes towards the gate. 

Little Something Press 

Escape Routes

On those rare nights that we stay in hotels, Mom drills us on getting out in case of an emergency.

Pictura Journal 

Behold

I agreed to sit for the portrait because Picasso was your favorite.

Bethlehem Writers Group Roundtable